tapping maple planes
here i lie
like rolling stone
behold my tattled tale
here i will cry
like dangling wet stone
word made sharpened light
here i shear my names
like the wolf with sheepy face
behold the gifted projector—
have you?
“what”
you know
“i don’t because you don’t”
jumped the gun—
oh that’s my lane
“so what’s mine?”
is it a test?
“i have the answers somewhere”
i like a good question
“i do judgments like ‘blue’ and ‘that stranger looks like a mary’—how about you?”
i like ‘i see you’ and ‘see me see me coming through’ and ‘here, a poem for you’
life is like a box of chocolates
because forests burn like onions
that’s not what i meant, i meant
that sweetness—
like burnt offering
like smoked trees offer goodbyes
“to their children”
roots communicate on premises
“what’s the premise?”
suffering is just extra
to say the same thing
and it says to me
let me burn today
so that i might know my vow
my promise that has not forgotten me
please for without this i am not
“what strings are you pulling?”
“does it hurt?”
“what’s your name?”
with every burnt and fallen leaf
my name is changed
“who is in the circle?”
“who do you mean?”
i don’t know
or do you want to know?
what game we play.
“i do”
is that a wedding dress?
“one makes two”
you’re always so
out of the blue
out of left field
out of my mind, you
“your mind is bigger than you”
and your heart too
have you ever known a breath to take itself away?
“sounds scary, like fate”
to me, it feels like a star giving way
to me, it feels like the promise of faith
faith in uncertainty, and god
love who makes them the same
to deliver me from plane to place
to trust in my judgment above my fears, many
spinning like darwin’s mystery wheel
another mutan— “another child”
another child
another world
another line
from point to point
your worldline to mine
we are the each
who remains
the imaginary
the leavening
the proof
in between
the sweet & sticky
the real thing